Prison Stories
The Boy Who Lived
What the gift of Harry Potter meant to this closeted gay prisoner
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5 min readJan 16, 2019
I’ve been caged for seven months now, and I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be free, to be a human being. I subsist on a diet of self-pity and molded bologna smacked between sheets of white bread. Months ago, I was the son of a guru living on an ashram eating a…
